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[If Doll had been more herself this entire conversation wouldn't be happening like this, however she has no impetus to stand up for herself or tell him that he's being far too hard on her given the circumstances. Instead, she looks up at him and trembles like a leaf, curling into herself as though he might lash out and strike her. As far as she's concerned, it's not outside the realm of possibility.]

I'll come, I'll come! Don' leave me here, please! [She looks practically hysterical at the thought of being left to her own devices, but conflicted about walking near somebody who seems so angry with her.]